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I can’t remember ever having a hero. I guess the closest thing would have been my admiration for my parents and grandparents. My dad was the biggest and strongest man in the world, when I was 5. I distinctly remember asking him which was bigger, him or the sun.

A hero or heroine, to me, is someone who would save me when I’m at my weakest. It would be someone who I would admire, someone who I would want to grow up to be just like. It would be someone brave and fearless, who would fight for everything they believe in. Someone who would believe in, and fight for me.

I have learnt about, and known of, and met many people who have met one of these characteristics, some who have even met two, or three. But when it comes to all of these traits together, for me, I believe there is only one person who is capable of all this.

Me.

And by this, I’m not trying to imply I’m perfect, or flawless. Heroic, to me, is not synonymous with perfect, or flawless, I am neither of these things, nor will I ever be. And I’m ok with that. In fact, I’m more than ok with it. I don’t even believe there is a such thing as perfect. There is no set definition of perfect to which we must all conform. Even if there was, and there were things about us that didn’t conform to this definition, then they would be personality traits that made us different. And I have never thought that being different was something that should be improved upon.

I believe the best thing we can do for ourselves, is to become our own heroes, or heroines, by striving to be the best version of ourselves that we possibly can. By constantly being, or working to become, the kind of person that we admire, believe in and are proud of.